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Verse 1
Well I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee
I'm bound for Louisiana, my own true love for to see
It rained all night the day I left
The weather it was dry
Sun so hot I froze to death
Susanna, don't you cry

Chorus
Oh, Susanna
Don't you cry for me
‘Cause I come from Alabama with the banjo on my knee

Verse 2
I had a dream the other night
When everything was still
I dreamed I saw my girl Susanne
She was coming around the hill

The buckwheat cake was in her mouth
A tear was in her eye
I said I come from Dixie girl
Suzanna, don't you cry

Chorus
Oh, Susanna
Now, don't you cry for me
‘Cause I come from Alabama with the banjo on my knee
Yeah Oh, Susanna
Now, don't you cry for me
‘Cause I come from Alabama with this banjo on my knee


Words & Music by Stephen Foster (D.P)
Arrangement by
Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau

Texarkana en route to New Orleans –
My baby fell from his bike.
And I was told he lay conscious;
And he knew death would arrive.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

From weeping trees blue bottles hang –
And southern grass come covered with mist.
Could he not stay on the road we paved?
The dirt devours those who fall adrift.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

They took his body back to the Golden State;
Where his mother wept a sad goodbye.
And not a dry eye was to be seen –
Unless you looked into my eyes.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

DRIVIN’ HOME
VERSE
There’s a four-lane highway, stretched up ahead
People rollin’ 90 miles an hour, and going nowhere
So when you need to slow down, I just turn that car around
And take the back roads thru the country when I’m drivin’ home

VERSE
Sweet country music, on the radio
Playin’ all those old songs we used to know
Ohh, They take me back, to a place not long ago
When we took the back roads thru the country
When we’re drivin’ home

INSTRUMENTAL break

VERSE
Rollin’ hills, deep blue skies, farmer Brown will tip his hat when you drive by
Oh, we’re movin’ so fast, leave your troubles in the past and
Take the back roads thru the country when you’re drivin’ home

VERSE
There’s a four-lane highway, stretched up ahead
People rollin’ 90 miles an hour and gettin’ nowhere
So when you need to slow down, just turn this car around
And take the back roads thru the country

Take the back roads thru the country
Take the back roads thru the country when I’m drivin’ home
Drivin’ home